name--Miss
Mead"--this rather stutteringly.

Very soon the answer came back that the housekeeper did not know Miss
Mead, and hadn't time to see strangers.

"But I must see her!" implored the excited voice from behind the thick
veil. "Do let me go to the house to her. I will detain her but a moment,
I assure you. She would be so sorry if she missed seeing me."

With no suspicion of the terrible catastrophe that was to follow on the
heels of it, the man without further ado allowed her to pass.

The stranger sped quickly up the graveled walk, and, as Dorothy had done
but a short time before, drew cautiously up to the brilliantly lighted
window, threw back her veil, and peered breathlessly in upon the
gorgeous scene.

As the light fell athwart her, you and I, dear reader, can easily
recognize the marble-white face of--Nadine Holt.

"So!" she muttered, between her clinched teeth, "I have tracked my
false, perfidious lover to his home at last. When Harry Kendal lighted
the fire of love in my heart, he little knew that the blaze would in
time consume himself. I am not one to be made love to and cast off at
will, as he shall soon see.

"From the hour that he eloped with Dorothy Glenn, on that memorable
Labor Day, life lost all its charms for me, and I vowed to Heaven that I
would find them, and deal out vengeance to them. They crushed my heart,
and now I shall crush theirs. Ah, how I watched for him in the crowded
streets, the ferries, and on the elevated roads!

"I believed sooner or later that I should find him, and I was right.
Only a week ago I met him face to face, but he did not know me because
of the thick veil I wore. I might have raised my veil and he would never
have recognized in the pinched and haggard features the countenance of
Nadine Holt, whose beauty he was wont to praise so lavishly. Ah, the
traitor!

"He turned into a florist's shop, and he never dreamed who the woman was
who entered the place and stood silently beside him while he gave the
order for the great decorations for the grand ball which was to take
place at his home in Gray Gables, in Yonkers, a fortnight from that
date.

"When he quitted the shop I flew out after him; but all in an instant he
disappeared from my sight as though the ground had suddenly opened and
swallowed him. But I laughed aloud. What cared I then. I knew just
where to find him. The place was written indelibly on my brain in
letters of fire--Gray Gables, Yonkers!

"